![]() My nails dragged down pale flesh, almost of their own volition, and left behind ugly red streaks. I’d never see her again, never again inhale the sweet scent of jasmine as she embraced me. Her beautiful face, twisted with shock and disgust at what she’d walked in on. Bursting with the need to tear into something, I dug my nails into my arms. I was trapped inside myself, a prisoner of rage and despair. A sob caught in my throat, and my body shook with the effort of holding back. “Go away!” I screamed, repulsed by the mere sound of his voice. I still saw her wide eyes-the same green as mine-staring at me blankly a few days later, open and void as the life bled from her wrists. I relived Mom’s horrified expression the night she heard me cry out, recalled the condemnation in her voice when she yelled at Zach to get out of my room. They flickered in my head like a child’s View-Master reel. The first drop of misery fell from my eyes and despite squeezing them shut, I was incapable of stemming the mental pictures. “Open the door, Lex!” Frantic fists pounded, and I covered my ears to block out my step-brother’s barrage on the door. Appearances were deceitful bitches that lied and covered the ugly truth. I hated my perfect room, my perfect family, my perfect life. I clenched my hands and crossed them over heaving breasts but couldn’t stop the eruption. Grief turned and boiled with a vengeance. I stood in my bedroom, a space inundated with white lacy subterfuge, and sensed the uprising in my soul. The memory of finding her dead in the bathtub, the water deep and murky with her blood, embedded in my brain like a tattoo I couldn’t erase. ![]() We’d left the gravesite two hours ago, but Mom’s lifeless eyes still accused me. Thanks for believing in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. To my husband James, whose support and encouragement means everything to me. I’m the girl who sent him to prison for a heinous crime he didn't commit.īut now he's free and the tables have turned.now he's the one driven by obsession. Rafe has his reasons for doing what he's doing, and if I'm honest, I can't blame him. ![]() Now that he's holding me captive on an island. The twisted part of this story is that I still want him, even now. I’ve been obsessed with Rafe Mason since I was thirteen. Now, eight years later, he’s returning the favor… UNHINGED (Legacy of Payne #3 – release date undetermined) Titles written as Christina Jean Michaels:ĪWAKENING (Legacy of Payne #2 – coming late 2014) RAMPANT (Condemned #2 - coming October 2014! Now available for pre-order on select retailers.) THE DEVIL'S SALVATION: FINAL EPILOGUE (The Devil's Kiss #4) THE DEVIL'S KISS TRILOGY (The Devil's Kiss #1-3) (a pseudonym for Christina Jean Michaels) Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. ![]() Approximately 43,000 words.Įbook cover and interior design by Gemma JamesĬover image used under license from All rights reserved. TORRENT is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some.
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